Early morning, cold December,
I took the shortcut this time.
Watched my breath cloud my sight
as I waited for the train underneath
an open sky waiting for sunlight.
Patience through transport switches,
shivering before these gallant wings.
Initiate my transfer through the door
to familiar eyes on a flawless face
as I realize that some things in life
are worth waiting for.
And that last night we were singing about how
we both carry the mark of the dark side,
how we’re not ashamed to say those two words,
and how you’re not afraid of me leaving.
The sad part was that we knew I was leaving.
Time won’t stand still yet memories
return and constantly repeat.
If I would have known that the dam
would flow I would have said:
“Don’t wake me, please. Don’t wake me,
I don’t want to go.”
And that last night we were singing about how
we both carry the mark of the dark side,
how we’re not ashamed to say those two words,
and how you’re not afraid of me leaving.
The sad part was that we knew I was leaving.
Don’t mind me, you go ahead and sing lead.
I want to do the harmony.
But I still want to believe
that one day we’ll be singing about how
we both carry the mark of the dark side,
how we’re not ashamed to say those two words,
and how you’re not afraid of me leaving.
We’ll spend the whole night singing
because this time I won’t be leaving.